Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1887-12-28
AT THE SORB0NNE.


coprt nj the Sorbonne, Bonnetheau, STU
dent, and |, Hendrix, his coach. bonnetheau
had scrawled off note or two on the dis-
course 10 which we had been listening, which
was engaged upon amplifying ana copying
in a more methodical hand.
To conduct frivolous mind through
course of serious study is no hight task, ana
sighed as | remarked: "Marlllac gave you
a magnificent lecture today, Hlppoiyte' l
hone YOUR head was not full of MabiHe"
aAh but it was!n he cried from his seat in
n window. where he WIS winding his watch,
sand no 'calcul personnel about 1t, either;
on the contrary. a sacrifice of knowledge in
behslf of Julie. You do not perceive! At
tend then have no right to the acquire
ments of science if the prettiest woman In
Paris must suffer for it, any more than
Comte* had to eat his own breakfast In ad-
vance of his valet. swear to Julie that l
shall continually cherish her image In my
thoughts. If. then, open the door OF my
mind to the discussion OF Marillac, helas!
confusion to the memory of Julie and
greedy gain to myself Ours is not philos-
ophy of self my friend; we live for others, '"
at which he laughed, with that awful mix
ture of irony and earnestness which some
times startled me. You, too, he continued,
..must share in a measure this phase OF our
religion The pleasure of your friends must
constitute your own Therefore, Hendrix,
drain this bottle of Chambertin,' which he
whisked from his pocket, land do my little
part again toward the highest good.
Twas divided between impulses to thrash
and embrace him, so wicked, yet beseeching
was the glance that sought mine over the
edge of his glass
sIhate this talk of YOURS said, brusquely,
'1and if you want 10 blind me to your lack OF
industry you must try some other bandage
than Comtean rags You don't believe that
trash; You never did, you never will You're
a lazy self indulgent dog YOU'RE drinking
yourself into your grave, and you're gong
down fast, Hippolyte. Did not begin by
writing quarter of your treatise last year
and of the next two thirds-and today, see,
scratch about an ascending series, and the
rest, my work. For Gods sake, rouse your
self or" for | remembered that he con-
fessed no God, "for the sake of the beautiful
girl YOU profess to love, leave Mabille and
wine alone"
But he curled his fine red lip in scorn.
'She! To concern herself with my damna-
ton or salvation And yet he drew his
forefinger on the edge of his glass with an
ambiguous smile, ''sinoe | must so inevita-
bly, 90 to the bad, have had a fancy, at
times, that | should like to take her along
with me- It's tedious road, my friend, as
I've found already, and you know that place,
l. AL .ho,,
The society. the climate, ie ne sais quoi-one
forebodes being bored. But if she, now
''Silence" | shouted, springing up.
''As you please he said, careleSsly, pick
ing up his students cap, and strolling to
ward the door He turned back with his
hand on the knob, Thou sayest prayer
for thyself now and them he inquired.
And thou couldst ask pardon for two when
thou art about it. Thou couldst say, Lord
have mercy more especially upon Bonnie
theau's sins, Also Do that for me, Hendrix
as thou lowest me, and I'll thank thee for it.
"Why don't you say your own prayers!n
!. demanded "Comte used to say prayers, anC
xo sort of woman You surely would MOI
object to the object"
He threw me one of his inimitabe smile.
with brows arched and head slightly inclined
Alas, am one OF those unfortunates Il
whom they pin the card, Percentage I'm
known Wife, as thou art aware, | hav,
never had, and as for daughters-well, i
thou vert to peep into ell the cradles of Pari
thou mightest find my eyes under one of tin
little caps, and again thou mightest not. In
not telling thee that There is Julie, to b
sure, but what is man to do who has III
emotion to pour outf'
At this the door closed, and | could hea
him whistling an ecstasy from lie Diabl
Boiteaux" as he passed into the court.
l Twas engaged upon book of morals, TO
which l hoped to take prize at the hex
sitting of the Judges of the academy, and o
the evening following my reproof of Hi
polyte took up my pen to resume an argr
ment. In vain. There was but one them
possible to my reflections, and, thrlisting III
papers aside, l leaned my head upon m
hand and gave myself up to it. At the san
moment Hippolyte rose from his chair by ii
fire, and, crossing the room, emptied a d
canter on the buffet. Soon he would be goin
out for his abslnthe and petit souper sto
q lock at his face in profile; it was fiushe,
wasted, pathetically sad, and although tn
aspect was becoming daily more familiar
me, at each fresh recognition of is the iro
entered my soul anew. All | loved Hippoly-
with mans love. which is rough and pr,
found As he threw on his coat and descende
the stairs followed him
"Hippolyte,'
He turned back impatiently.
you're not offended by what l said to yc
yesterday
And what them" he replied Go to be-
like the innocent thou art, and dream that
forgaye thee"
l did not quite understand the habit of &
toyer-ing me into which he had fallen Of lat
for BOnnetheaU was hand in glove with I
man. Had he indeed more than commc
regard for me, blushed with pleasure, lii
agirl, at the thought
About month previous had made my wa
through regiments of lacqueys up the scarf
stairs to the ballroom of the American mini
ter. / had received card, through heavt
knows what intercession, and might hay
been found in the shadow OF the orchestra,
the further end of the room
Here | erected a watch tower, from whiC
/ observed various things. There we
waltzes innumerable, and petty sham CO
quest of rank and beauty. Hippolyte hir
self had reaped no small share of laurel
when stir in the main entrance announce
the arrival Of the Baron de Choisy and b
American ward, Miss Whipple Exquisite
simple in bearing and dress, this young gi
moved down the long room on the arm
Choisy, her face was pale and thin hppe
with eyes glowing; the kind of face that OIL
august Cornte was the founder Of the Positi
School Of Philosophy, which did away with
faith IL revealed religion.
reads not at first, nor indeed wholly aft
many perusals
She looked about her deliberately, as O
accustomed to whirl and splendor; yet S
inquired of Choisy, AIS this what they do
together in Paris, m'sieur"
''This is what they do chiefly, ma'm'selle
"One would suppose that somebody mu
work to bring all this about; the dress, t
decorations, the perfection. But they
not seem to work in Paris, things come
magic
"a pretty Illusion, ma 'm'selle, but / cou
dispel it, " said Choisy, stroking his glove al
smiling.
pray do not!' she exclaimed quickly,
have had good many illusions dispell
since l came here. should like to keep
few"
~ Il advise you to do so, my child" Choi
broke into smiles. Here comes one no.
Bonnetheaul Msieur, l have the honor
present you to Miss Whipple"
could no more have hindered it thar
could have prevented Pluto from carryil
of Eurydice; yet wished in my heart th
they had not met From that moment